“Her arms tightened around our daughter as if she was afraid I was going to snatch her away. "Get out." "Katiebear, I'm so sorry." "I hate you," she whispered, he eyes filling with tears. "I wish you were dead because then I could have my children back." I stumbled away from the bed, horrified, and watched as she fell asleep as if I'd never even been there. Jesus Christ, what had I done?” What Have I DoneWish You Were Dead Book:Unbreak My Heart Source: Unbreak My Heart